The next morning, Liza woke up to an unusual stillness in the villa. As she descended the stairs, she suddenly recalled that Gavin had fired all the servants the day before. In the living room, Gavin sat casually on the sofa, his long legs crossed as he flipped through a stack of documents. When he noticed her, he tilted his chin toward the dining room and said in a calm, commanding tone, “Go have breakfast.” From the kitchen, George’s head popped out. “Good morning, Madam! Breakfast will be ready in just a moment.” Liza wandered into the dining room, pulled out a chair, and rested her chin on her hand, watching George dart around the kitchen. “Why are you the one cooking? Haven’t we hired new servants yet?” George dried his hands and explained, “President Gavin wants you to choose the new staff yourself.” Liza sighed lazily. “That’s too much work. Just handle it however you think is best.” Before George could respond, Gavin’s voice cut through the air, sharp and cold. “So indecisive.” He tossed the documents onto the sofa with a flick of his wrist, clearly displeased. He had arranged for her to select the staff to ensure her comfort, but she seemed indifferent to his efforts. Liza blinked at him, confused. “...What’s his problem?” Leaning closer to George, she whispered, “Is your President Gavin in a bad mood today?” George gave her a conflicted look. How clueless could she be? President Gavin was going out of his way to treat her well, and she just didn’t care! “If you’re free, Madam, perhaps you could spend a little time picking a few servants? It won’t take long, and I’ll arrange for them to come here for an interview,” George suggested, hoping to ease the tension. Reluctantly, Liza nodded, and George silently breathed a sigh of relief.At the dining table, Liza ignored Gavin’s frosty demeanor and casually sat beside him. George observed them, puzzled. Just yesterday, he was convinced there was some spark between them, but today, their interactions seemed distant. The chilly aura radiating from Gavin was impossible to ignore. Liza glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, pressing her fingers against her temple in exasperation. Suddenly, she leaned in, catching Gavin off guard by pressing her hand against the back of his neck and pulling him closer. Before he could react, she planted a quick kiss on his lips and murmured softly, “Stop being angry. If you keep this up, your stomach will start to hurt.” Gavin froze, his expression a mix of disbelief and confusion. “...What?” George, standing nearby, gasped audibly. Gavin shot him a warning glare before gently pushing Liza away. “I’m not angry. Just eat your breakfast and stop bothering me.” Liza touched her lips, smirking. In her mind, it was a win-win situation. She had calmed him down and was about to enjoy a delicious breakfast. Not a bad trade. Later, in the study upstairs, George trailed after Gavin, unable to contain his curiosity. “President Gavin, are you really the same President Gavin I’ve always known? Because just now, you looked completely subdued by Madam! She just kissed you like it was nothing. Is this what married life is like?!” Gavin ignored his assistant, though his expression darkened. George, however, couldn’t stop grinning. So this is what it’s like to be in a legally married relationship. How interesting! “Also, President Gavin, since you and Madam are so close, why aren’t you two sleeping in the same room? Did she kick you out last night?” George, still unable to recover from the unexpected scene earlier, couldn’t resist teasing.“Shut up!” Gavin snapped, his patience wearing thin. But George just chuckled, undeterred. “President Gavin, are you feeling shy?” “Shy? Why would I be shy?” Gavin shot back, clearly annoyed. “That woman is practically obsessed with me! She’s constantly finding excuses to get close to me. If she’s not shy, why should I be?” George tilted his head, grinning mischievously. “Maybe she’s obsessed with you because she likes you. Why else would she act that way?” Gavin paused mid-step, turning to face George with a raised eyebrow. “You think she likes me?” “Of course,” George replied confidently. Gavin’s gaze shifted to Liza, who was lounging in the living room, casually scrolling through her phone. A faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he murmured under his breath, “No wonder...” It suddenly clicked for him. Her constant attempts to kiss him, her playful behavior—was it all because she actually liked him? The thought pleased him more than he cared to admit. Just then, George’s phone chimed with a notification. Glancing at the screen, he frowned slightly. “President Gavin, this is odd. I found out Madam was in an accident a while back that affected her taste buds. Apparently, everything she eats tastes bitter to her. But she seemed to enjoy breakfast just fine this morning.” Gavin’s expression shifted instantly. “What did you just say?” Startled by his sudden intensity, George handed over his phone, showing him the detailed report he had gathered. Although Gavin had dismissed the need for an investigation the day before, George, ever cautious, had taken the initiative to look into Liza’s background for Gavin’s safety. As Gavin scrolled through the information, his face darkened. “Likes me, huh?” he muttered under his breath, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “So that’s the story she’s spun...”He thought back to the day they got married. Liza had brazenly proposed a divorce within hours of their union while they were still in the car. But something had shifted during that ride. He distinctly remembered the peculiar moment when her lips accidentally brushed against his finger. Her eyes had sparkled like the night sky, and she had exclaimed with delight, “It’s sweet!” That was the turning point. The woman who claimed to find every single thing bitter in life had discovered sweetness—for the first time—in him. From that moment on, her attitude toward divorce had evaporated, replaced by sporadic attempts to get physically close to him. The realization hit him like a bolt. It wasn’t affection that drove her actions. She wasn’t drawn to him because of love or admiration. No, her peculiar condition had made him the only thing in her life that didn’t taste bitter. “She doesn’t like me,” Gavin murmured, his tone laced with both irritation and amusement. “She’s just addicted to the way I taste...”